Tra But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta. Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice, And that you look't for him this day in Padua. Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drinke, Heere comes Baptifta: set your countenance fir. Enter Baptifta and Lucentio: Pedant booted and bare headed. Tra. Signior Baptifta you are happilie met: Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of, I pray you stand good father to me now, : Ped. Soft fon fir by your leaue, hauing come to Padua To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio Made me acquainted with a waightie cause To haue him matcht, and if you please to like Me fhall you finde readie and willing Signior Baptifta, of whom I heare so well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I haue to fay, The The match is made and all is done, Your fonne fhall haue my daughter with confent. Tra. I thanke you fir, where then doe you know beft We be affied and fuch affurance tane, As fhall with either parts agreement stand. Bap. Not in my houfe Lucentio for you know Pitchers haue eares, and I haue manie feruants, Befides old Gremio is harkning still, And happilie we may be interrupted. Tra. Then at my lodging, and it like you, Bap. It likes me well: Cambio hie you home and bid Bianca make her readie straight: And if you will tell what hath hapned, Lucentios father is arriued in Padua, And how he's like to be Lucentios wife. Biond. I pray the Gods she may with all my heart. Exit. Tra. Dallie not with the Gods, but get thee gone. Enter Peter. Signior Baptifta fhall I leade the way, Welcome, one messe is like to be your cheere, Come fir we will better it in Pifa. Bap. I follow you. Exeunt. Enter F 4 Enter Lucentio and Biondello. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What faift thou Biondello. Biond. You faw my master winke and laugh vpon you? Biond. Faith nothing: but has left me here behinde to expound the meaning or morrall of his fignes and tokens. Luc. I pray thee moralize them. Biond. Then thus: Baptifta is fafe talking with the deceiuing father of a deceitfull fonne. Luc. And what of him? Biond. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. Luc. And then. Bion. The old prieft at Saint Lukes church is at your com mand at all houres. Luc. And what of all this. Bion. I cannot tell, expect they are bufied about a counterfeit affurance: take you affurance of her cum preuilegio ad impremendum folem, to th' church take the priest, clarke, and fome fufficient honeft witnesses : If this bee not that you looke for, I haue no more to say, Luc. Hear'ft thou Biondello. Biond. I cannot tarrie: I knew a wench married in an afternoone as she went to the garden for parfeely to stuffe a rabit, and fo may you fir: and fo adew fir, my mafter hath appointed me to goe to Saint Lukes to bid the priest be readie to come against you come with your appendix. Luc. I may and will, if the be fo contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore fhould I doubt : Exit Enter Enter Petruchio, Kate, Hortenfio. Petr. Come on a Gods name, once more towards our fathers: Good lord how bright and goodly shines the moone. Kate. The moone, the funne: it is not moone-light now. Pet. Now by my mothers fonne, and that's myselfe, Or ere I iourney to your fathers house : Hort. Say as he faies, or we shall neuer goe. Kate. I know it is the moone. Petr. Nay then you lye: it is the bleffed funne. And so it shall be fo for Katherine. Hort. Petruchio, goe thy wayes, the field is won. Pet. Well, forward, forward thus the bowle fhould run, And not vnluckily against the bias : But foft company is comming here. Enter Vincentio. Good morrow gentle miftris, where away: Haft Haft thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman : Hort. A will make the man mad to make the woman of him. Kate. Yong budding virgin, faire, and fresh, and fweete, Whether away, or whether is thy aboade? Happy the parents of fo faire a childe; Happier the man whom fauourable stars Alots thee for his lovely bedfellow. Petr. Why how now Kate, I hope thou art not mad, This is a man old, wrinckled, faded, withered, And not a maiden, as thou saist he is. Kate. Pardon old father my miftaking eyes, That haue bin fo bedazled with the funne, That euery thing I look on feemeth greene: Now I perceiue thou art a reuerent father : Pardon I pray thee for my mad mistaking. Petr. Do good old grandfire, and with all make known Which way thou trauelleft if along with vs, Wee shall be ioyfull of thy company. Vin. Faire fir, and you my merry miftris, That with your strange encounter much amafde me : Vinc. Lucentio gentle fir. Petr. Happily met, the happier for thy fonne : And now by law, as well as reuerent age, I may intitle thee my louing father, The |